It's hot
But I'm not dying
Toothache dulls the pain as I'm here lying
I wear a raincoat in the rain, but galoshes I think not
I see your eyes condemn the past
You let me sit, placate, and prate
I'll hold your attention as you sigh in aghast
And wonder if I'll take the temptation of this worldly bait
You cry with color
And you sit somberly like my brother
You laugh at my faint breath as I utter
I tell you there's a Holocaust in my head, and I watch you shutter
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